Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bambino , by - Patty Pravo. Song from the album Spero che ti piaccia, in the genre ПопRelease date: 07.11.2007
Record label: Kyrone gp
Song language: French
Bambino(original) |
| Bambino |
| Bambino |
| Ne pleures pas, Bambino |
| Les yeux battus la mine triste et les joues blêmes |
| Tu ne dors plus, tu n’es plus que l’ombre de toi-même |
| Seul dans la rue tu rôdes comme une âme en peine |
| Et tous les soirs sous sa fenêtre on peut te voir |
| Je sais bien que tu l’adores |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Et qu’elle a de jolies yeux |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Mais tu es trop jeune encore |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Pour jouer les amoureux |
| Et gratta, gratta sur ta mandoline |
| Mon petit Bambino |
| Ta musique est plus jolie |
| Que tout le ciel de l’Italie |
| Et canta, canta de ta voix câline |
| Mon petit Bambino |
| Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux |
| Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux |
| Avec tes cheveux si blonds |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Tu as l’air d’un chérubin |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Vas plutôt joues au ballon |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Comme font tous les gamins |
| Tu peux fumer comme un Monsieur des cigarettes |
| Te déhancher sur le trottoir quand tu la guettes |
| Tu peux pencher sur ton oreille, ta casquette |
| Ce n’est pas ça, qui dans son c’ur, te vieillira |
| L’amour et la jalousie |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Ne sont pas des jeux d’enfant |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Et tu as toute la vie |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Pour souffrir comme les grands |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline mon petit Bambino |
| Ta musique est plus jolie |
| Que tout le ciel de l’Italie |
| Et canta, canta de ta voix câline |
| Mon petit Bambino |
| Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux |
| Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux |
| Si tu as trop de tourments |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Ne les gardes pas pour toi |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Vas les dire à ta maman |
| Bambino, bambino |
| Les mamans c’est fait pour ça |
| Et là, blotti dans l’ombre douce de ses bras |
| Pleures un bon coup et ton chagrin s’envolera |
| (translation) |
| toddler |
| toddler |
| Don't cry, Bambino |
| The sunken eyes the sad face and the pale cheeks |
| You no longer sleep, you are only a shadow of yourself |
| Alone in the street you prowl like a lost soul |
| And every night under her window we can see you |
| I know you love it |
| toddler, toddler |
| And she has pretty eyes |
| toddler, toddler |
| But you're still too young |
| toddler, toddler |
| To play lovers |
| And strum, strum on your mandolin |
| My little Bambino |
| Your music is prettier |
| May all the skies of Italy |
| And canta, canta in your cuddly voice |
| My little Bambino |
| You can sing all you want |
| She doesn't take you seriously |
| With your hair so blond |
| toddler, toddler |
| You look like a cherub |
| toddler, toddler |
| Go play ball instead |
| toddler, toddler |
| Like all kids do |
| You can smoke like a Mr. cigarettes |
| Sway your hips on the sidewalk when you stalk her |
| You can lean on your ear, your cap |
| That's not what in his heart will age you |
| Love and Jealousy |
| toddler, toddler |
| Are not child's play |
| toddler, toddler |
| And you have all your life |
| toddler, toddler |
| To suffer like the grown-ups |
| toddler, toddler |
| And scratch, scratch on your mandolin my little Bambino |
| Your music is prettier |
| May all the skies of Italy |
| And canta, canta in your cuddly voice |
| My little Bambino |
| You can sing all you want |
| She doesn't take you seriously |
| If you have too much torment |
| toddler, toddler |
| Don't keep them to yourself |
| toddler, toddler |
| Go tell your mama |
| toddler, toddler |
| This is what moms are made for |
| And there, nestled in the soft shadow of his arms |
| Have a good cry and your sorrow will fly away |